DAH’s ninth poetry collection is SPHERICAL (Argotist Press), and his poems have been published by editors from the US, UK, Ireland, Italy, Germany, Canada, Spain, Poland, Philippines, Singapore, Australia, Africa, Japan and India. He is a multiple Pushcart nominee, Best Of The Net nominee, and the founding editor for the poetry critique group, The Lounge. DAH lives in Berkeley, California where he is working on the manuscript for his tenth poetry collection, and his poems have recently appeared in Poetry Now!, Straylight Magazine, Otoliths, The Cape Rock, Acumen Journal, Sandy River Review, Indian River Review, Junto Magazine, Mad Swirl Magazine, New Mexico Review, Setu Journal, and Fishbowl Press. DAH is also working on his first collection of short fiction.
fragmented no. 33
rotting corpses that breed painful sighs dry eyes not blinking a world of strangers a place for loneliness minds without memories death is a creature laughter mocking itself distress is moaning a retarded sound there’s nothing left over dejection is happening the crowd is trembling a hole in the air strangling the brain contentment collapses like dazzling darkness the sky in grave exile a world of anxiety shackles of boredom prisoners of fear breathing is cliché falling in weightlessness the emptiness of losing fatigue is relentless a lifetime of laboring the cock’s cry is nothing more than a shout to live
fragmented no. 14
a slit in darkness near some far distance a light-streak like a black sea’s island my reflection’s lost breath i gather solstice nights from old stories with new dimensions new revisions how fast the differences in a mirage of myself at the edge of life another breath falters without a ripple I’ve been here before inside this idle self empty of light , and you on the dark side as a far-off outline your eyes in my reflection how do i remember us stormy sultry jagged coast no lighthouse insight
fragmented no. 17
1 . another part of this cage i move from wall to wall \ this habit of days to nights first there’s nothing then everything \ i’m leery of modern worlds first there’s too little then too much a rush of clutter this , my sleep \ lazy dreams i cannot nurse i’m leery of modern worlds 2 . slabs of granite walls erected \ like teeth biting her torso , venice \ arches from spine to spine and your body opened lulled by water chimes from towers \ in the darkness i unbuttoned you in full view my heart’s dizzy circles running out of breath \ oh , this weightlessness